"JJ, I know it's the middle of the night, but I need you to get Garcia and come down here," Aaron Hotchner said, "with the private jet."

JJ froze for a second. She was on leave because of her shoulder – what could be so urgent that –

"Reid's roughed up and it's bad."

JJ leaped up from her bed, startling Will, grabbed her coat and darted out of the room. She slammed the phone shut, paused, then ran back into the room, kissed Will on the forehead and promised to call him on the way.

Will lifted his arms in confusion and JJ gives him an apologetic look before stalking off.

Garcia was just shutting down her computer when JJ burst through her door and yelled at her to grab her things. Never once had JJ been that frazzled, so Garcia decided to trust her and follow her down the hallway.

Once they were on the plane, JJ explained to her exactly what happened – well, not exactly but whatever JJ understood.

Back in Quantico, Will waited, and waited, and waited, but JJ never called.

When JJ and Garcia arrived at the hospital, they could already feel what happened.

"Spence…?"

Hotch shows a complete lack of emotion, which makes JJ suspect something's up, but she decides not to look too deep into it. His stern exterior was just something he had grown into.

"Do you want to see the…"

Garcia shakes her head and leans on Morgan for support, but JJ nods, violently, almost hoping that she could do something – that she was not powerless. JJ even suspects that Hotch was lying again, just like he did with Emily.

They follow men dressed in white coats and blue surgical masks into metal rooms that were too clean and too bright, and then she sees Reid, lying on a metal tray, nothing hooked on to him, just as if…he was sleeping.

She takes his right hand, only to see a row of words on his arm – Apologize to Jennifer.

And she freezes, her breath caught in her throat. What if she had called and told him they could talk when he comes back? What if she had said something more than just 'We're good' on the way home just a few days ago? What if she had cared a little bit more?

"He got shot in the chest, but he wasn't wearing his vest," Hotch says quietly.

His brown hair seemed golden now, under the intrusive white light.

"Right." JJ says, swallowing her tears.

JJ stares at him a while longer, before Hotch insists they need to leave.

JJ could have sworn she saw Spence's chest rise and fall ever so slightly, but she knows that it was nothing but a hallucination.

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